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[It is dawn or sunset? Hard to tell, but there is the sky above is turning all shades of orange, purple and even some pink here and there. This certainly isn't where you last remembered yourself.

You are currently standing on a platform. To the left is a the sounds of gears moving, people shouting, and people milling about but a thick column of smoke blocks it from view. To the right is a forest of bamboo stalks swaying in the breeze.

Look down and the platform underneath while very thick is made of glass. The room is pink and lacy, frilly, and, oh, ever not so manly at all.]

[ooc: This is open to anyone that comes across it really. Just jump right in. This is a heart game. Think of it as a dungeon crawl through Tyki's heart. Messing with things will have side effects, but that means you should do it anyway. :)]

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[His thoughts at this point are mostly made of question marks.]

[But sure.]

[Cool. It is not your normal construction that is for sure. It takes far too less time, and things you need seem to pop up at your fingertips.

The darker and more backwater appearance of the brothel is changed more of an upscale resort. The people inside are still designed to serve physical needs, but the place is built more around their tastes. Instead of greeting every customer at the door, they get to choose their guests with the disclaimer of right to refuse service to anyone.

And now it actually has some sun and outdoors areas.]

Well?

[Taking it in for a while with definite surprise.]

...Less bad.

Not good yet?

I'm not sure I could view anything with this concept as "good", exactly. But... like I said. Less bad.

[Sort of mock sighs and heads down a hallway.]

That's because you deny yourself basic pleasures.

I don't. Do I? I'm sure I don't.

[Putting a hand on his lower back.]

I'm quite sure you do.

[Doubtful looks.] Like what?

When is the last time you had sex?

None of your business.

[He laughs.]

As long as you think it is enough for your needs.

Maybe I get... frustrated sometimes. So what? There are worse things.

There are worst things, but it doesn't have to be a problem at all if you would act upon it.

You can just go find someone whenever you feel the urge. I have to go to the trouble of getting myself incoherent first, before I can feel comfortable. It's not nearly as convenient.

You really ought to trust him more.

What does that have to do with it?

It would solve your problem.

I feel like this is an issue better discussed with him. Not you-him. No offense.

Do you really think he'll ever give you a straight answer?

Well. Maybe not. But will you? And I'm not even completely sure what the question really is.

More than him. I don't have all this [motioning to not only the brothel around them but the area itself] weighing me down.

[And walking by the rooms peering in looking for something.]

I was speaking of questions in general. There isn't just one.

I don't need to have any answers, though. Mostly.

It is refreshing to see you content with so little. People could learn from you.

[Finding the room he was looking for. Your double is in it. Motions you inside.]

Could they? Doubt it.

[This again... entering the room with slight trepidation.]

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